The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 10, August, 1858 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 307 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 10, August, 1858.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 10, August, 1858 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 307 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 10, August, 1858.
is esteemed the choicest part, at Chesuncook, boiling, it being a good deal of trouble to prepare it.  We also stewed our tree-cranberries, (Viburnum opulus,) sweetening them with sugar.  The lumberers sometimes cook them with molasses.  They were used in Arnold’s expedition.  This sauce was very grateful to us who had been confined to hard bread, pork, and moose-meat, and, notwithstanding their seeds, we all three pronounced them equal to the common cranberry; but perhaps some allowance is to be made for our forest appetites.  It would be worth the while to cultivate them, both for beauty and for food.  I afterward saw them in a garden in Bangor.  Joe said that they were called ebeemenar.

While we were getting supper, Joe commenced curing the moose-hide, on which I had sat a good part of the voyage, he having already cut most of the hair off with his knife at the Caucomgomoc.  He set up two stout forked poles on the bank, seven or eight feet high, and as much asunder east and west, and having cut slits eight or ten inches long, and the same distance apart, close to the edge, on the sides of the hide, he threaded poles through them, and then, placing one of the poles on the forked stakes, tied the other down tightly at the bottom.  The two ends also were tied with cedar bark, their usual string, to the upright poles, through small holes at short intervals.  The hide, thus stretched, and slanted a little to the north, to expose its flesh side to the sun, measured, in the extreme, eight feet long by six high.  Where any flesh still adhered, Joe boldly scored it with his knife to lay it open to the sun.  It now appeared somewhat spotted and injured by the duck shot.  You may see the old frames on which hides have been stretched at many camping-places in these woods.

For some reason or other, the going to the forks of the Penobscot was given up, and we decided to stop here, my companion intending to hunt down the stream at night.  The Indians invited us to lodge with them, but my companion inclined to go to the log-camp on the carry.  This camp was close and dirty, and had an ill smell, and I preferred to accept the Indians’ offer, if we did not make a camp for ourselves; for, though they were dirty, too, they were more in the open air, and were much more agreeable, and even refined company, than the lumberers.  The most interesting question entertained at the lumberers’ camp was, which man could “handle” any other on the carry; and, for the most part, they possessed no qualities which you could not lay hands on.  So we went to the Indians’ camp or wigwam.

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